Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, don't up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot baby urine get mopped up
Tags that your hall with rap aerosol
Organized lectures in can control

Or level with the devil racing first to Fort Apache
I'm too much for any demon style to master me
From the next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser

Downtown graffiti deface a debaser
Open up your and clean out your nature
Wide open like the grand
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Dragon

for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap
But me ain't easy
I'm crooked like Nathan Wind as Cochise

With a big baseball bat you get like DeNiro
A sandwich still nothing but a hero
Just a small sample of the
When the rhyme gets hot and lyrics don't know how to act

shooting joints or wax
I go all out and crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
We all be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause on like that

what I want you to do
Niggas with the green Axe and burgundy
Inhuman like Blade
When I'm rhyming all just listen to the drummer

Transistor blister feedback freak the
flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity skills is microscopic

to my crew and my nigga El-P
Who's here to it causing all these crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty misty
Color me Maxmillian 'cause I'm that crazy
Teetering on the edge of space
Spitting till black holes surround me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none kid
What's your confunction? is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it rusty

and phonics, you're god damned right
I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers hooked up to
Clap off, welcome to my free form jubilee, at me
The witness to the you wanna be

DBA lyrical P as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and
In and out of my invisible
Forerunner rep

Wrecks like bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel beats on an easel
Shoot a up
bitch you're boxing shadows

Look out my way you pull your out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is
Not mono, I the needle out your vinyl
the third gunner on the grassy knoll

Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my
You're faggot like sprockets, the Houston Rockets
I'm so of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls when she's done with her chores

Got rappers tip toeing on a to Heaven
Got manners Bruce Banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and crowd-involved hooks
'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus off stinkers

8 to perfection
The sum of each forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get

8 to perfection
The sum of part forms an octagon
rhyme styles get sparked

The terror, last moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a
You can never comprehend the rhyme
I rate one like a Chinese, Jamaican a chin

Hot rocking corduroy, Bally's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the shit
Just to know, never do I use it

Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto in my cipher
the sniper Jeep like Cherokee
When I take aim handling to wall emcees
Mr. Madman attract lyrics magnets

They fuck up speaking cavernous I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, then go Bronco loose
That's my word, you couldn't or try to compute the math
To kick any type like the vandal

I manhandle, get murdered like Tennessee
Or trapped in the bedroom with the Chainsaw Massacre'
One two three, 'The Taking of
Eastwick New York be the dwelling

I telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a